I’d always loved being outside. I didn’t care where, as long as I was in the fresh air and free. Free from responsibilities and commitments and, most importantly, men. I had no interest in getting close to another man. Not since the one I thought I loved almost destroyed me.
Colin was different, but that didn’t mean he was safe. My ex was just as sweet and kind at first, too. But Colin had an ability to make me feel like I was special. Like I was important. Like nothing else mattered to him when I was around.
It was overwhelming. Resisting him was harder with each kiss and each touch, but I had to keep him at a distance. He couldn’t hurt me if he couldn’t get close.
It wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to get closer. Close enough to see the shadows. Close enough to see the scars. Close enough to heal me.
I couldn’t handle close. Not when close always hurt.
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Excerpt from His Curvy Treat
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so at peace. Happy was an easy emotion, but peaceful never was. I always wanted to be on the move. Doing something.
Busywork, my dad always called it. He said I couldn’t sit still for five minutes.
But watching her glide through the water, her curvy body lazily floating before she turned and dove under. The droplets of water streaming down her cheeks. Her dark hair slicked back.
The joy in her amber eyes. Pure, real, unhindered joy. That was what did it for me. That was what made me want to pull her closer and wrap my arms around her. That was what gave me peace.
“What?” she asked, her lips curled up on the side.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
She raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t look like nothing. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you bring me peace.”
“Peace?” she asked, that eyebrow going back up.
I nodded. “Peace.”
She chuckled. “I don’t think anyone has ever told me I bring them peace. Usually I’m more of a headache than anything else.”
I shook my head. “Not for me. Definitely peace.”
She ducked her chin and stared into the depths of the water. When she looked back up at me, my breath hitched. Maybe peace was the wrong word. Maybe she didn’t bring me peace at all. Maybe she just brought clarity. A soul deep knowledge of exactly what I’d been looking for my whole life.